I espy a bright face with seraphic charm glossy pink lips and tenderness of juvenescence. I feel a divine message without a sound there the soul slumbering unruffled on this flamboyant flower bed. The body embellished only for the soil's sake. And the embalmed spices for stink's sake. Ready to move beneath six feet of earth, The gateway to the eternal soul for a fresh start of novel life into the eternal abode. The sentiments, the worldly opulence, the Earthly fame it doesn't take it leaves behind only the shrieks of the devastated Loved ones. The soul makes but futile Attempts to console its kith and kin Alas! that soft milky face shall only be food for worms. Grave is but a fine and private place but none I think embrace it.